Hello everyone and welcome back to HellFall!

I almost forgot to update today. Luckily I have a reminder set on my phone. I've done so much of nothing lately that it's hard to remember anything really, which I know sounds funny. Nothing to do, including think apparently.

Anyways, the chapters should be coming at their usual time each day starting next week. Now, let's get to it, this chapter is pretty decent (and important, of course).

I awoke to a slight beeping. My vision was blurry and my hearing was clouded, but I could make out a distinct beeping somewhere in the background.

Slowly my sight began to return to me. I saw nothing but white, any details were too difficult to see.

As my senses returned to me, I realized that I was lying flat on my back, and that I was elevated above the ground. The white that I could see appeared to be a ceiling, so I hadn't missed out on any details when I'd first seen it anyway. I felt bed sheets of some kind under my hands, which rested by my sides.

I heard a sound, an opening and closing door. Then someone appeared next to me.

"You're awake." She said. I assumed she was a doctor. "Can you talk?"

I tried, but it didn't work. I couldn't even groan.

"Hmm," she said, "okay. Can you hear? Blink twice if yes"

I blinked twice with relative ease, which I figured was a good sign.

She nodded, "Good," She started, "So, in case you're confused, you were injected with poison. Don't worry, it's not deadly. It causes paralysis, and powerful paralysis at that. We've almost got it all out of your system, so you should be out of here pretty quickly"

I didn't move or respond in any way. I couldn't, even if I wanted to.

The doctor walked to my other side, to the source of the beeping. "Heart rate is steady." She said, "That's a good sign. Poison is at ten percent." She turned back to me, "Not much longer, Ember" At that she walked out the door.

I stayed where I was, staring at where the ceiling and wall met. I had been able to move my head a little, but only enough to see the doctor's head. I leaned back against my pillow, allowing myself to slip into sleep.

When I awoke my senses had all completely returned to me. I could see the ceiling clearly now, the beeping and sounds of the hospital were much clearer. And the whole place stunk.

Slowly I sat up, immediately seeing a familiar face. It was Wintanweoth, sitting in a chair in the corner reading a book. He looked up when I did.

"You're awake" He said.

"Yeah." I replied, surprised by my voice, "Looks that way" I looked down at myself, seeing a pale blue hospital gown covering my body.

"You okay?" He asked.

I nodded, "Yeah," I replied, suddenly noticing my feet. The robotic ones were gone, replaced by real feet. I almost cried out, "W-what happened?" I asked, suddenly terrified and pointing at my feet. I wiggled my toes, shrieking a little in fear and excitement.

"I'm sorry." Wintanweorth said, placing his book on his lap, "I had your robotic limbs replaced while you were asleep"

"With real limbs?" I asked, "And you're apologizing?"

"No," he replied, "they're still robotic. But your old ones weren't doing you any good"

"They were fine" I pointed out.

"No, they really weren't." He replied, "The technology was dated in the old ones, and ready to break. That wouldn't have been helpful." He paused for barely a second, "Also, the nerves that were connected to the mechanical limbs were under tremendous stress due to the increasing size of your body. Needless to say Ember, you've grown out of them"

I didn't reply.

"Your new limbs are made with biotechnology, so they'll grow with your body"

I turned my attention back to my feet, mesmerized. I looked at my hands, shocked at how real they looked. I poked my palm and felt it. It felt like real skin. "What about the weapons?" I asked suddenly, "Are they still there?"

"Yes." He replied, "According to the doctors it was hard to get them exactly right, but for the most part they are right where you left them"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Give it a try"

I looked at my hands, then activated my wrist blades. Suddenly a long, thick needle-like blade extended from my palm. I jumped, surprised. It wasn't on the wrist anymore.

"Is it possible to change it back?" I asked.

"Trust me, Ember." He started, "You don't want the other ones back. They were about to fall off"

"No," I replied, "I mean can I get the blades on my wrists? And not in this shape"

He sighed, standing and walking over to me, "I did ask them. They said it was impossible. Sorry"

"Don't be." I said, "I'll just have to change the way I swing a little, get used to not cutting stuff anymore. I'll be fine." I hesitated, worried, "What about the guns? And whips?"

"The whips are still in the exact same place." He replied, "The guns, not so much"

I raised my hand, but kept it a decent ways away from my face. At first I didn't notice anything, then I saw my fingertips open up, revealing tiny gun barrels at each end.

"Whoa." I gasped, "Where are the bullets stored?"

"You'll have to talk to the doctor about that." He replied, "Do you want me to call him in?"

I nodded, "Yes, please"

He smiled, "I'll be right back" he said, turning and walking out the door. Moments later he reappeared, a man in a white coat in tow.

"Ember," he started, reappearing in front of me, "I'd like you to meet Dr. Tress. He's the inventor of your limbs"

I looked up at the man. He had neatly combed pale grey hair, but his face showed that he was much younger than this color let on. He had tan skin and yellow eyes. He held a clipboard in one hand, and the other hung out awkwardly by his side. I noticed that he was hunched over slightly too.

"It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am." He said, "I would shake your hand, but alas, I have none to offer"

"It's fine." I replied, "The pleasure's all mine" I glanced at his free hand, but knew that he must've had a reason for not using it, so I didn't pursue it.

"So," he started, "I understand that you have questions, naturally. I'm here to answer them for you"

"Yes, um," I stammered, "I'm wondering where I'd store the bullets for the gun, and where I'd be able to get rounds that small"

"Oh, it's quite simple." He replied, "You'd use regular dust. Not manufactured into bullets or anything. Each barrel is able to fire a handful of dust particles each." He placed the clipboard on a nearby table, then reached out and took my hand, "You see," he held my wrist and stroked the top of it, opening a hatch along my wrist, "you simply pour the dust in here," he pointed to a small funnel in the middle, "it gets compacted into small bullets while in there, then fires out at will. Understand?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I think so." I replied, "How do you open that hatch though?"

"For you," he started, "the same way you extend the blade, just think it. For me, I know a few tricks" He smiled at that.

I forced a smile, then returned my attention to my wrist. I opened and closed the hatch just for fun.

"One more thing," he said, "unfortunately the false skin and paint on the metal isn't permanent. So it can scratch off"

"I'll keep that in mind" I replied, not even looking up. I did when he stood to leave.

"I hope it suits you well, Miss Bronze" He said.

"Thank you, Dr. Tress" I said, watching him as he turned to leave. The sleeve of his awkward arm shifted as he turned, pulling it back and revealing the paw of an armadillo.

So there you have it. New limbs for Ember, which is kind of nice, eh? No need to imagine bulky orange hands and feet on her anymore. Now she'll look pretty normal. And she has slightly new weapons, too.

Anyways, I have absolutely nothing to say actually. No new updates or anything, which I guess is something. If you haven't already, check out The Candidates because I'll be building on it in future chapters, and it'll be beneficial to you as the reader if you read it.

And as usual, favorite, follow, review, tell your friends, tell your enemies, or don't if you don't want to, and I'll see you all in the next chapter!